Me and my old men
Living in liminality
It’s easier to find comfort in the stories of elderly people who isolate themselves far from their own reality, who talk to cats and hole themselves up to write their next epic novel.
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To all the boy bands I’ve loved before
I was a few years late to the boy band scene, but I had finally arrived.
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It’s, like, an ode to the Valley girl
Cutting Room Floor
Before I went to high school, I didn’t register the Valley’s role in our upbringing — I hadn’t realized we’re, like, literally Valley girls.
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Growing Pains
Living in liminality
I myself never experienced growing pains as seen on screen, and not just because I’ve stayed the same height since the eighth grade.
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Stitched
Living in liminality
In the most cliche of ways, I stumbled upon my mum’s film camera in the corner of a closet, tucked among files of old bank statements and dust-covered boxes of memoirs.
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Wistful windows
Living in liminality
To yearn allows oneself the time to slow down, to sit in silence and consider, even wallow, in the weight of our emotions.
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Between the bars
Living in liminality
Liminality lies in the initiation of the first breath, as the conductor’s baton rises and the orchestra takes a collective inhale.
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Biracial binaries
Living in liminality
As a biracial person born southeast of London, my narrative may differ from Hong Kingston’s, but it still reproduces a similar binary with all its associated emotions.
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Read the room, ‘Saturday Night Live’
Cutting Room Floor
The SNL I loved as a kid wasn’t perfect, but it had imagination. If the show wants to stay focused on its political humor, it needs to take risks and bring some of that magic back.
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Lost in translation
Living in liminality
As I approach a translated work, I am often conflicted about whether I am introducing myself to the text with the arrogance of ignorance.
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